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Right before your eyes	By : darkangel985 Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
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because that was the reaction I was aiming for.

Chapter 14 – Of fake fiancées and
real lovers

“I'm Wesley's new fiancée.”

What the hell? Wes
couldn't remember having been sucked into a strange alternate
reality, but at the moment it felt just like that. Snapping his mouth
shut, the incredulous expression still spread over his face, he
watched as Cordelia put her hand around his father's shoulder's and
led him away. If he had recovered enough from his shock, he would
probably have had something to say, but at the moment he suspected
that the most coherent answer he would be able to manage would be
some stammering.

“I'm sure he would have told
you soon Mr. Wyndham-Price. Wesley is a bit shy about his life. I
could show you the hotel.” Cordelia dragged the reluctant
watcher towards the stairs, completely ignoring the shocked look on
Wes and Angel's faces and the murderous glances Gunn threw her.

As soon as his father
had disappeared from view, Wes really processed what had just
happened. Cordy had pretended to be his fiancée. Cordy had
pretended to be his FIANCEE? Ok, now was definitely one of those
times for freaking out. Wes rarely had them, but this was just too
weird. Sinking down on the round couch in the middle of the lobby he
looked at Gunn and Angel.

Angel looked shocked,
while Gunn was most of all just pissed off. But there was something
else under their expressions, something he could almost recognize.
Guilt. The two of them looked guilty. Finally realizing what that
meant Wes felt the anger bubbling up inside him. How could they do
such a strange thing? Especially Gunn. Didn't he want to be
recognized as his lover?

“You knew that she was going
to do this.” It came out harder than he had intended and the
slight cringing of the two men in front of him was all the answer he
needed. Barely keeping his anger in check Wes stormed over to his
bureau. “Gunn, we need to talk.”

Then he slammed the
door closed behind himself, waiting for his lover to follow him.

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Uh oh. He really was in
trouble. And all because Cordy had gone through with her plan,
although Angel and himself had clearly told her that it was a bad
idea. But Mrs. Chase never listened to anybody anyway. Grumbling
under his breath Gunn trudged towards the bureau, mentally preparing
for getting screamed at.

What he saw, when he
opened the door, was something completely different from what he had
expected. Wesley was huddled over his desk, his head resting on his
hands. He didn't even acknowledge Gunn's presence, when the door
clicked closed.

“Wes...I...” But before
he could really start to talk, Wes was motioning for him to be
silent. Unsure of what to do now, Gunn walked closer to the desk and
knelt down next to his sitting lover. The tension and distress was
clearly evident in Wes' pose and Gunn hoped that he would be able to
repair the damage that Cordy had caused.

A sigh escaped Wesley's
lips, but he still didn't lift his head. “Why didn't you stop
her if you knew what she was up to?” The tone of Wes' voice
made his heart ache with guilt. His lover was in pain and he could
have prevented it, if he had just been a bit more insistent while
talking to Cordy.

“Wes, please look at me. I
didn't want this to happen.” Careful reaching out to turn his
Englishman towards his face Gunn was relieved, when Wes responded to
his touch. “Me an' Angel tried to talk her out of it. She told
us that she would give her idea up. I'm sorry that I believed her.
Cordy just wanted to make you happy.”

Puzzled at the comment,
Wes asked: “Why the hell did she think that pretending to be my
fiancée would make me happy?” Seeing that Wes' mood had
already improved Gunn got up and sat down on the table in front of
his lover, tightly encasing the Englishman's hands in his own.

“She thought that you'd be
unhappy, if your father disapproved of our relationship.”

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Wes couldn't help but
laugh at that. The idea was so completely ridiculous and naive that
it could only have come from Cordelia. Sometimes it astonished him
how after all they had seen, she could still have that much naivety
to believe that Gunn's gender would be the only thing that would
matter to his father. Wes on the other hand knew better than that.

It didn't matter
whether his lover was male or female, human or demon, black or white
or even a watcher. Nobody would ever be good enough for his father,
because the fact that Wes had chosen them made it bad in his father's
eyes. And in some twisted way he could even understand and appreciate
her effort. After all she had just tried to help.

“That is just ridiculous. As
if my father wouldn't disapprove of her.”

“So you're feelin' better.”
Gunn leaned in for a quick kiss, that was eagerly requited by Wes'
lips and tongue. Pulling his lover onto his lap Wes rubbed their
bodies together, not caring about anybody but them at the moment.

Finally breaking the
kiss he answered: “Yes. But that wasn't what had originally put
me out about the situation. I wanted to tell my father the truth. I
wanted to finally stand up to him and tell him about you. Because for
once in my life I'm not ashamed of my choices.”

“Who says that you can't do
that? Later.” And with these words Gunn attacked Wesley's mouth
again, engaging his tongue in a sensual battle, while their bodies
moved together. Raining kisses and little nips along Wesley's throat,
Gunn grinned as the first wanton moan left his lover's lips.

Wes didn't care about
his father anymore. He could have walked right in on them and he
wouldn't have cared. All that mattered was the feel of Gunn's body
above him and the need to get rid of all the clothing separating
their bodies. Frantically pulling at Gunn's sweater he finally got it
over his lover's head, immediately attacking his nipples as soon as
they came into view. Gunn's hands tangled in his hair, while Wesley
licked and sucked at the firm, little nubs, enjoying the sounds his
lover emitted.

Their hips were
thrusting together, the rhythm taking their lust higher, but slow
enough to draw their play out a bit. In no mood to hurry Wes let his
hands dip into the back of Gunn's pants, rubbing one finger along the
cleft. Gunn pressed their bodies even closer together, moaning into
Wes' mouth as their tongues tangled again. Wes could feel his lover's
fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt and brushing over his nipples.

The first drops of
pre-cum were already soaking into his underwear as Wes increased the
rhythm of their thrusting, while his finger teasingly brushed over
the puckered entrance to his lover's body. God, how he wanted to be
inside Gunn at the moment. But they didn't have that much time.

Reaching down he
unbuttoned their trousers, Gunn's moans increasing in volume as his
hands wrapped around his lover's straining cock. Wes couldn't hold
back his own groan of pleasure, when Gunn copied his move, his hand
quickly matching it's rhythm to his own.

His hips started moving
of their own accord as Gunn's skilled hand brought him closer to his
climax. Knowing perfectly how his lover liked to be stroked, he
swiped up the pre-cum from the tip of Gunn's dick and spread it over
his erection. They were now constantly filling the room with moans
and groans, while their hands increased the speed of their movements.
He could feel how close Gunn was to coming, how little it would take
to push him over.

Carefully pushing his
finger slightly inside Gunn's body, Wes sent him over the edge. Gunn
moaned his lover's name as his cum hit both of their bellies, the
feeling of the warm wetness spreading between them, enough to send
Wes into his own euphoric haze.

Panting heavily they
lay in each other's arms, slowly coming down from their blissed
heights. Wes couldn't resist the grin that tucked at his mouth as he
saw the satisfied and dazed look on Gunn's face and thought about
what his father would have to say about this. Now he finally
understood what he had been telling himself all the time. His
father's opinion really didn't matter, because he had no idea what he
was talking about.

No matter how wrong he
would think them to be, it wouldn't change how right this felt to
him. After capturing Gunn's lips in a fiery kiss, he slid his lover
from his lap and got up to dress again. “Hey Wes. Where are you
goin'?”

“It's time to talk to my
father.”

And with these words
Wes was out of the door. His shirt and trousers wrinkled and his hair
completely messed up. Gunn couldn't help but grin at the door his
lover had just disappeared through. Now his father would finally get
to see the real Wes.

Not wanting to miss the
show Gunn quickly cleaned himself, before hurrying after his
Englishman.

TBC...
- 13
- 14
- 15
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